Wayne Rigsby: Grace, I love you. I've loved you from the first moment I met you. Screw the rules. Screw CBI. I need you.
Grace Van Pelt: I... uh- that's... um
Wayne Rigsby: Unless you stop me, I'm going to kiss you now.
Wayne Rigsby: She's volunteering at a homeless kitchen.
Kimball Cho: That's cool.
Wayne Rigsby: There's a man there. I think she's... you know.
Kimball Cho: Banging a homeless guy.
Wayne Rigsby: No! A volunteer. A chef. And she's not - I don't know... Not yet. Maybe. I think. I don't know... No.
Kimball Cho: Dude, you need counseling.
Deputy Nick Fisher: [Referring to Jane] What's this guy's problem?
Teresa Lisbon: That would take *way* too long to answer.
Patrick Jane: The ghost has something to do with Foster's death.
Teresa Lisbon: No, it doesn't because ghosts don't exist.
Patrick Jane: They don't exist in *your* mind. But if you believe they exist then... they exist.
Grace Van Pelt: What was that?
Wayne Rigsby: Probably rats.
Grace Van Pelt: Ugh, God no. I *hate* rats.
Wayne Rigsby: Oh it's just a ghost then.
Grace Van Pelt: You don't believe in ghosts.
Wayne Rigsby: Yeah, but you do. Go upstairs if you like. I'll take this one.
Grace Van Pelt: Oh, thanks. That's okay.
Lillian Foster: I can't help thinking that if I'd stayed there, if I had just gone and talked to Alan, he'd still be alive.
Patrick Jane: Mm. Most likely you'd both be dead.
Lillian Foster: With the way I feel, I might prefer that.
Patrick Jane: That feeling with pass.
Lillian Foster: What do you know about that?
Patrick Jane: Enough.
Patrick Jane: [Reading a letter] "If fortune is what you seek sincere, the only place to look is hear." Hear is spelled h-e-a-r.
Philip Raimey: I assumed it was a mistake.
Patrick Jane: There are no mistakes. Let's go.
Patrick Jane: Lisbon. Lisbon. I - you - this. Lisbon...
Teresa Lisbon: Bite me! We're done for the night!
Patrick Jane: "Bite me?"
Teresa Lisbon: It's too much?
Patrick Jane: Uh, a smidge. Worked. It's fine. Just a little over the top.
Alan Foster: [Referring to a key Jane is holding] I wonder what it opens.
Patrick Jane: Oh, I know what it opens.
Alan Foster: What?
[Jane mimes keeping his mouth closed]
Teresa Lisbon: He's just messing with you. He's mean like that.
Jeb Haas: I didn't kill anybody. I never saw Foster and I never went into his house.
Kimball Cho: Nice if you could prove that.
Jeb Haas: I can't. But I do have some particular information on that evening. Information that you want.
Kimball Cho: Okay.
Jeb Haas: Uh-uh. Not I get a deal on the theft and the breaking and entering charges. A good one, too.
Kimball Cho: You want a deal? Okay. And just to be clear, is this a deal for the theft and B&E alone, or the tax evasion as well?
Jeb Haas: What?
Kimball Cho: According to your IRS records, you haven't filed a tax return since 2002. Unless you haven't earned a dime in income in seven years, you're facing some pretty serious tax evasion charges. Do you have any idea how much prison time that carries?
Jeb Haas: Prison time?
Kimball Cho: Serious time. Massive fines. I'm gonna let you think about it.
Jeb Haas: [Cho stands to leave] When I was loading stuff out of the poolhouse, I saw a car in the woods. A black BMW. There was somebody sitting in the driver's seat; Foster's wife.
Kimball Cho: Lilian Foster?
Jeb Haas: I've seen her in town. She sat there the whole time; she never even noticed me. She just... stared at the house.
Kimball Cho: Was she still there when you left?
Jeb Haas: Yes.
[Cho turns to leave again]
Jeb Haas: So you'll do something, I mean about the tax thing?
Kimball Cho: Don't worry. I was lying about that.
Deputy Nick Fisher: Appreciate your people coming in on this, Agent Lisbon. I haven't handled many homicides. None, in fact. Frankly, I'm looking to learn from you.
Teresa Lisbon: Not a problem, Deputy Fisher.
Deputy Nick Fisher: Small town. We don't get much trouble.
Patrick Jane: Well, that's a shame.
Deputy Nick Fisher: It is?
Patrick Jane: Trouble's your business.
Deputy Nick Fisher: It's a shame. Foster seemed like a nice guy.
Patrick Jane: Oh, that's a lie. You didn't like him one bit.
Deputy Nick Fisher: Well, I... I didn't say that.
Patrick Jane: Yes, you did. You thought he was rich, arrogant, pretentious, an interloper. He wore those trendy architect's glasses. Did you kill him?
Deputy Nick Fisher: Did I...?
Patrick Jane: Hmmm?
Deputy Nick Fisher: No. No. What kind of question is that?
Patrick Jane: What's troubling you, Fisher?
Deputy Nick Fisher: What? Nothing. What are you talking about?
Patrick Jane: That button made your pupils dilate, now you've gone pale. What's up, Fisher? What's troubling you?
Deputy Nick Fisher: Well... it occurred to me that the button could stand for Beckworth, and I got a little chill. That's all.
Teresa Lisbon: Who's Beckworth?
Deputy Nick Fisher: Walter Beckworth. He was the original owner of this house. Built it. Died eighty-something years ago. People say he haunts the place. I've heard the story since I was a kid, but nobody believes 'em.
Patrick Jane: Right.
Patrick Jane: How did Beckworth make his money?
Philip Raimey: Oh, he was a bootlegger. Very successful one. It's in... that one there.
[pointing to the stack of books in Jane's arms]
Philip Raimey: Second from the bottom.
Patrick Jane: Okay. Thank you. Uh, did... did you ever cross paths with Foster?
Philip Raimey: Once or twice. He seemed pleasant enough; never paid very much attention.
Patrick Jane: You deceitful old bag of bones.
Philip Raimey: Excuse me?
Patrick Jane: You heard me.
Victoria Abner: Your aura is fascinating, Mr. Jane. So many hues.
Patrick Jane: Thank you. The mansion's uninhabitable. Why would you want it back?
Victoria Abner: Sentimental reasons.
Patrick Jane: Mmm... nope. No, that's not right. You're closed, furtive. You're hiding something. There's something in that house, isn't there? Something you don't want anyone else to find. Evidence of your guilt, perhaps.
Victoria Abner: That's absurd.
Patrick Jane: No. Yeah, you're right. That is absurd. It's something else entirely. Ah! The treasure.
Teresa Lisbon: What treasure?
Patrick Jane: Walter Beckworth's treasure he hid in the mansion.
Victoria Abner: I wanted my house back because I didn't like what Foster planned for it. He was going to destroy it.
Teresa Lisbon: Foster had only been there a few weeks. How could you have known what he was going to do before he did?
Victoria Abner: In conversation, he told me.
Teresa Lisbon: Ma'am, we find out you're lying, you become suspect number one.
Patrick Jane: There's nothing there, Drew. Never was.
Drew Abner: You planted the second clue?
Patrick Jane: Aha. Yes.
Drew Abner: I didn't kill Foster.
Patrick Jane: Don't be ridiculous. Of course you did. Only the killer knew how to get in here via the secret passageway.
Teresa Lisbon: You proved your guilt just by walking in the room.
Patrick Jane: It's all fake, because my credulous Van Pelt, spirits are smoke and mirrors. And that's all they are.
Grace Van Pelt: [to Rigsby] Listen about the other thing. It's... I, uh... maybe it's not the right time.
Grace Van Pelt: So what was it?
Patrick Jane: Beckworth was a collector. He collected hundreds of one thing. Some of the rarest, finest examples in the world. Worth *tens* of millions of dollars.
Teresa Lisbon: So what was it?
Patrick Jane: [Jane sniffs his drink] Mmm.
Teresa Lisbon: What?
Patrick Jane: Smells good.
[Everyone realizes what's in Beckworth's treasure]